Sarrah is along for the ride until something happens...
"A safe eh? Anyone good at picking locks...at least I assume it is locked."
Morven could try his lock pick set?
Sarrah says with more than just a little sarcasm in her voice.
"Now, now. Let's have less of that squabbling and concentrate on the task at hand", Quiddling says as he pokes around in his slingbag. Finally he produces a set of lockpicks. "I admit i'm more of a hobbyist than a professional but i'm willing to give it a try", the halfing says with a smile as he strides into the room and get's to work on the safe.
"Now, now. Let's have less of that squabbling and concentrate on the task at hand", Quiddling says as he pokes around in his slingbag.
Morven flashes a toothy grin at Sarah, and winks at her.
My lockpick set has a 100% success rate so far... Lets see how short stuff does.
Morven flashes a toothy grin at Sarah, and winks at her.
My lockpick set has a 100% success rate so far... Lets see how short stuff does.
"I thought locks were no problem for all you transmuters," Corinne comments, with a quick mimic of the somatic component of the knock spell. "Far beyond me, I'm afraid; not my specialty. Looks like we'll have to find the actual key if we hope to open the safe."
I am close to mastering such a spell- the prison isn't going anywhere so once i've managed to pull it off we'll come back and open this with it. Breaking it open may risk damaging any delicates inside... what about the triangular key in the iron chest back at the Lorrimor's place we took? Worth a try in the lock...
"I'm afraid that this lock is beyond me", Quiddling sighs after the lock refuses to budge for the third time. "Corrine is right, i don't see a way to open the safe without the actual key. Although you are free to try and pry it open", he adds and looks at Morven with hopeful eyes.
"I vote we leave the thing here. One can't run for one's life carrying a safe. Assuming we make it out of here in one piece, I don't think anyone else is going to carry it away before we can."
Lets go. Stannis takes the lead as normal.
Preception
Not noticing anything unusual, Stannis heads north.
The ghosts are restless...lets proceed.
"Is that what that is?" Corinne asks Sarrah uneasily.
Perception:
"I hear it too. Does anyone else smell something burning?" he asks as his hand almost reflexivly goes to the burned mess that is his face.
"Whatever it is it's quite unnerving", Quiddling says while fingering nervously on the hilt of his rapier as he scampers behind Stannislav. "Perhaps one of those bursts of yours can settle them?", the halfing says to Sarrah.
Stannis smells the air but doesn't seem to notice the burning. Theres little in this place left to burn. It must be more spirits. He seems more determined as you proceed.
I don't know for sure but my that would be my guess as well, until I see something more substancial I want to save the powers granted to me by Pharasma. Unfortunately, I only have a limited number of uses per day.
Morven continues his notetaking and mapmaking silently, scribbling furiously.
"Oh, i didn't know that. But i guess it makes sense. There are few unlimited power sources of note in this world", Quiddling replies to Sarrah as he waits for Stannislav to reach the northen door.
Will
Erm, is the failed save indicating we see this, or that it triggered it on Stanislav? Confused...
Will Save:
Sarrah yells out, Stannis! Somebody help him.
Corinne lets out a short shriek and leaps backward away from the door, her hands tightly behind her back so as to not touch anything.
Erm. I'm OK. Everything is OK. Be calm.
"But your arm's stuck!", Quiddling protests after jumping back glued to the wall. "This might be a good time for you to call forth Pharasma's blessing!", he calls out to Sarrah.
Hmph... An illusion perhaps? Morven says, casting Detect Magic and concentrating on the door.
With all of the uncertainty, Sarrah readies an action to call upon Pharasma's divine wrath to smite any undead in the area if anything else strange ocurs still waiting for Stannis to yell out in pain...
Inclined to take the direct approach, Stannis is halfway to putting his shoulder to the door before he hears Morven's words and halts in place.
There is nothing wrong. I am fine.
With all of the uncertainty, Sarrah readies an action to call upon Pharasma's divine wrath to smite any undead in the area if anything else strange ocurs still waiting for Stannis to yell out in pain...
Morven lays a hand on Sarah's shoulder, seeing her tense and poised for action.
It is merely an illusion; save your energy. A silent image spell to be precise. Lets move on, if you would care to open the door.
Stannis does so, falchion in one hand.
"Can you make it stop?", Quiddling asks pleadingly while trying to avoid looking at Stannis. "This is quite an unnerving sight"
Even with Morven's assurance that the sight is an illusion, Corinne cannot bring herself to look directly at Stannis and the door. "If we cannot trust our own senses," she whimpers, "how will we distinguish danger in this haunted place?"
One door at a time, Stannis says firmly. The others nerves seems to feed his own confidence.